Chapter 89
Chapter 89
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 89
Chapter Title: The Cherished Dildo Carried Another Woman's Scent (4)
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I'd barely survived my last Labyrinth run—half-dead and clawing my way back to life.
The Gluttony beast right in front of me was blatantly out of place on the fifth floor. It was insanely strong, no question.
But it's manageable.
No backstabbing survey team this time. No party members to babysit, either.
I could cut loose in this fight, no distractions holding me back.
The Blessing of Glory is a perfect counter to it.
If I wrapped it around my axe and went all-in, I could definitely put up a solid fight.
So I slapped the blessing onto my axe and swung.
Kiiing—
The blessing flickering around my axe sputtered out with a pathetic whine.
What the hell?
A dud? This had never happened before.
Gluttony barreled right up to my face. I quickly tested my new blessing instead.
The world, which had slowed to a crawl in razor-sharp focus, snapped back to normal speed.
Craaaack—
"Fuck."
Kwuduk!
"Ugh. Back already?"
I came to atop Edelbert's soft, plush thighs once more.
Died and popped out of the dream world, huh.
What a shitshow of a fight. Thinking back, I'd barely scraped by last time on blessing buffs alone.
Taking on Gluttony without the Blessing of Glory was like some average Joe squaring up to the final boss. Utter stupidity.
"How'd it go? The fight with Gluttony?"
"That thing's a fucking monster."
"You talking back to your lofty master like that, disciple?"
"Ahem."
I broke into a cold sweat inside my helm and asked her,
"Master. Got a question."
"Shoot, disciple. Ask away."
"In that dream-like world... can't we use blessings properly?"
"Right. It's basically a dream state."
Edelbert pulled out the hypnosis coin as she explained.
"This relic forcibly drags out the target's subconscious. It's also an artifact infused with Professor Arpo's unique illusion magic."
"Uh... yeah."
"It combines the fragments of memory pulled from the subconscious to craft realistic illusions. Great for training or simulated experiences."
I listened to Edelbert's explanation in a daze, genuinely impressed.
Basically a mini virtual reality world, right?
"Not foolproof, though. No matter how deep you dig into the subconscious, you need a strong impression of the target or the moment. That's why I asked for the strongest foe you'd fought."
The fainter the impression of the opponent or place, the higher the failure rate.
Still a game-changer.
A cheat relic plus professor-level magic? Insane combo.
Even without blessings, I could rack up all kinds of experience with this thing.
Having just clashed with the monstrosity in the illusion world myself, I knew it for sure.
Replay fights with this, and I'll stack combat experience at warp speed.
My mouth watered at the thought.
"H-how much for something like that?"
"Disciple. This is a 24th-floor relic fused with royal academy professor magic. Only two on the market in Labyrinth City. You couldn't afford it."
Sensing my greed, Edelbert flicked the coin with her thumb.
She snatched it spinning from the air, gripped the string, and dangled it before my eyes again.
"Be grateful you have a master who spares no expense on such treasures for your growth."
Ziiing—
My vision blurred as I stared at the swaying coin.
"Go grind a few more times."
Attempt 1.
Couldn't use blessings, but their stat bonuses still applied. Figured that out quick.
Knowing I'd just wake up in reality even if I died meant no holding back.
I leaped straight into the gaping maw of the charging beast, axe raised high.
"Enlarge."
Craaaack!
Impact from inside hit harder than from outside, but without the Blessing of Glory, it was minor.
Kwuduk!
Swallowed whole. Dead.
"Ahem."
Edelbert cleared her throat.
"Go again."
—Ziiing
Blackout.
My dick felt weirdly hard for some reason. Nah, just imagination.
Attempt 4.
Short fight? Forget it.
Had to whittle its blood down, drag it into a war of attrition for any shot at winning.
Craack!
Dodged the charge by a hair, closed in, and slammed my axe down.
Barely a faint scratch where it hit—barely visible.
A full-power swing doing jack shit was disheartening, but I spun it positive.
No dent? Keep chopping till there is one.
Craack! Crack!!
Focused on dodging its one-hit-kill tail swipes, swung like a madman.
Like a leech, I plastered myself to Gluttony's side, hammering one spot relentlessly.
Craaaaaack!!
The axe sank deep this time. Not the steel-clang sound anymore—ripping, slicing flesh.
How many swings? Easily over twenty.
Result? A fist-sized axe mark.
Fuck. How'd I even beat this thing before?
A hollow laugh escaped me. But light at the end—no Blessing of Glory needed to wound it.
Kwuduk!
—Ziiing
Attempt 11.
Whoooosh!
Twisted left just enough to evade the tail whipping through the air.
Hopped onto the recoiling tail and clung tight.
[Kieeeek!]
It screeched dismissively.
Gluttony lunged with jaws wide... then froze.
Hesitation. Eating me now meant chomping its own tail.
Whish whish whish!
It thrashed to shake me off.
I rode the momentum, scrambling up its body.
Crack! Crack!
Like rock climbing, drove my axes in, hauling toward its head.
[Keeeek!]
Clung to its thrashing head. Fall now, get crushed.
Kwaduduk!
Axe to calm it down. Like most patients, it didn't listen. Kept chopping till it settled.
Craaaaaack!
Axe plunged deep. Perfect. Time to finish.
Shoved into its lewdly exposed skull.
"Enlarge."
Kwaaaang!
[Kiiiiiiiiieeeeeek!!!]
Its sky-high head slammed floorward, crushed by the rapidly swelling axe.
"Die already!!!"
Even cut off its magic resurrection just in case. Should be dead now.
[Keeek—!]
"Fuck."
Not quite.
Despite its skull half-caved, it writhed stubbornly.
Firepower's a tad short.
Mortal wound, but even my top damage—axe enlarge—couldn't finish it.
Best run yet in the retries.
No injuries on me. The monstrosity crawled, pinned by the giant axe in its head, whimpering.
Got it to death's door without the Blessing of Glory.
I nodded, satisfied—then my head burned, throbbing.
Gluttony and the Labyrinth illusion scattered like mist. I opened my eyes on Edelbert's thigh again.
...?
Body oddly hot. Dick tingling strangely.
Felt it stiffen—bolted upright to hide it.
Edelbert stared silently, then spoke.
"Pushed too hard. Brain and body overloaded from overuse today. Gotta dial it back for a bit."
"...Still a shame. Was so close to killing it."
"Getting that far barehanded is absurd to begin with. Sealed and weakened or not, no junior explorer should touch that thing. Be proud."
Edelbert rarely smirked, tapping my helm.
Definite gains.
Won't flinch at any big monster now.
Real growth came from life-or-death scraps.
Felt battle-hardened. Worlds apart from hours ago.
How many junior explorers get this kind of edge?
Only two in Labyrinth City? Probably just me.
Lost in thought, Edelbert spoke casually.
"Mind must be fried too. How about some training that doesn't tax the brain?"
"...Pardon?"
What now, Master?
"No whining. You chugged a stamina potion earlier."
Edelbert revealed what she'd hidden behind her.
Gravity control artifacts.
Three of them.
One already on my arm. Total four. Even minimal output? Eight times gravity.
She pointed to the running track.
"Not asking you to run. Just walk slow."
"Haha..."
Undeserving disciple. Overwhelmed by Master's grace, tears streaming.
"Guuh... grrrk..."
Edelbert watched Balkan stagger across the track like a corpse.
Insane willpower.
Sweat pouring like rain, legs quaking.
On the verge of collapse... but never falling.
His endurance for physical pain was nuts, but what shocked her more was elsewhere.
—Ah! This retry, I can really win!
She recalled Balkan in the illusion world, dying to the Gluttony demon and immediately begging for another go.
Doesn't fear death.
Even knowing it's fake, death triggered primal terror.
Blood spraying, flesh tearing, bones snapping, screams ripping out.
Any human—or living thing—would feel it.
Yet he overcame that ancient dread without flinching.
Watching him casually demand the next fight, Edelbert realized: he was already broken somewhere deep in his psyche.
"Perfect. Liking you more by the minute."
Sane folks never reached the top.
You needed that touch of madness, that mental fracture, to touch the realm of the supreme.
Balkan qualified.
All that remained: give his madness a target.
"Grraaak—!"
Edelbert handed a recovery potion to Balkan, sprawled after twenty laps.
"Good work, Balkan."
"Ah, huuk, th-thank you..."
He snatched the bottle, jammed it to his lips. Possible thanks to the busted lower helm.
Edelbert watched his throat bob with each gulp, then said calmly,
"Balkan."
His eyes flicked to her mid-swig.
"Ever thought about the 25th floor of the Labyrinth?"
Pffuuuub!!!
Stunned by the sudden pitch, Balkan sprayed the potion straight into Edelbert's face.
"Kuhk! *Cough*! Kek!"
Coughing nonstop, he finally wheezed,
"...Ah..."
Pale-faced, he stared at the saliva-soaked Edelbert.
She had her eyes squeezed shut.
Liquid dribbled down her sleek jawline, dripping off.
Drops slid right into the cleavage hugged by her leotard.
"..."
"..."
Eerie, terrifying silence.
One minute stretched like an hour before Edelbert spoke.
"...How dare you. Spewing your saliva at your sky-like master..."
Balkan's spine shivered at her words.
That electric thrill, like when she'd eye-raped him before.
"N-no, Master. That was total accident—"
Her heavily lidded eyes slowly opened.
Wet with moisture, they glared at Balkan.
"Looks like you're begging to be violated."
Slick.
Edelbert swept the fluid from her jaw to her lips.
Her red lips glistened slick with his saliva.